The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 245: Maybe it’s just the same name?

Two weeks before the wedding, Fil was given some time off so she could focus on her upcoming wedding. It was a perk of marrying the big boss.

Packing her luggage, Fil smiled at the gifts she prepared for her friends and family.

"Filly, can you hear us?" Coming from the phone was Simon’s voice. He was on a video call with his daughter.

"Mhm. I can hear you, Dad." Fil snapped her eyes at the phone she placed on the chair. "I’m just busy packing."

Simon squinted and stretched his neck as if that would help him to see everything she was doing. Fil couldn’t help but chuckle when she heard her mother’s voice in the background.

Because Fil had to stay abroad for a project thrown in her direction by the firm, Fil needed to stay in touch with her parents. A call wasn’t enough for her because she wanted to see for herself that they were fine. Since then, she has been in constant video calls with them.

"Are you going now, Filly?" Irene squeezed herself beside her husband. "Should we pick you up?"

"Jackson already has people to pick us up, but we’ll go straight there once we pick up Eli."

"Oh! Your father fixed your truck and is good as new!"

"Really?" Fil resumed packing, still talking to her parents.

"Yes. We have a new neighbor and he’s a really good mechanic." Irene chuckled. "Your father is very fond of him."

Fil glanced at the phone and smiled. "I’m glad to hear that. I should thank him for helping Dad with my truck."

"You should meet him and Jack. He’s young, around the same age as you."

"He moved all alone?" Fil furrowed her brows. This was the first time she had heard about this, though she knew her father had been working on her truck.

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"That’s weird," she muttered. "Who would move into our town at this age?"

Their town was a nice place to stay for vacation or if one needed some peace and quiet away from the city. But at this age, people usually go to the city to look for better opportunities.

Fil didn’t dwell on it because she also understood not everyone wanted to make it big in the city.

"We even invited him to have dinner tomorrow. Such a nice young man. If you aren’t getting married, I would set you up with him."

"Irene, Jackson might hear you." Simon frowned. "You know Jackson. He’ll be hurt if he hears that you’re eyeing someone else for his wife."

"I’m not eyeing someone else. All I’m saying is if Jackson isn’t with our Filly, then I don’t mind setting her up with another one. Jackson will not get hurt — he understands me! He knows all I want for our daughter is the best, and he is the best!"

Fil chuckled as she listened to her parent’s banter. Now that Elijah had moved out and was living in Fil’s apartment, Fil wanted to give her parents as much time. Hence, hearing their banter wasn’t really shocking.

"Anyway, tell Filly I’m going out to the field. I just remember I asked Quentin for assistance."

Fil froze as she heard her father’s remarks, turning her head to the phone with furrowed brows. "Quentin?"

"Uh, take care!" Irene remarked before shifting her attention to the phone. "What are you saying, honey?"

"Mom, that guy you were talking about... this new neighbor’s name is Quentin?"

"Yes, dear. I’ve told you the other day, didn’t I?"

"You did?" Fil furrowed her brows as she couldn’t recall any of that.

Seeing that Fil seemed a little confused, Irene sighed. "It’s that time you called shortly, but said you had dinner with your friends."

"Oh..." Fil had been busy and sometimes, she would miss some of what her parents were saying.

"Quentin is a good kid. He comes by almost every day." Irene only had good things to tell him.

’Maybe it’s just the same name?’ Fil told herself. ’It’s so impossible that the Quentin they’re talking about and the Quentin I met several months ago are the same person.’

That was too much of a coincidence.

Fil tossed the thought at the back of her head, thinking she was overthinking things.

The mother and daughter talked more, delving into a different topic. They talked about her upcoming wedding, and Fil repeatedly reminded her mother to rest until then. She wanted her mother to look just as beautiful as her on that special day.

But even when the call ended, a thought lingered in Fil’s mind.

"I’ve only met a person named Quentin once," she mumbled, shaking her head. "I’m just overthinking things. There’s no way they are the same person."

"Whose same person?"

"Huh?" Fil flinched when she heard another voice. She turned to the door, only to smile as she caught Kim peeking her head in the door.

"I came in when no one answered the door, and I also know Jackson isn’t here. So I know I won’t walk in in any rated r scene," she explained playfully as she came into the room. "I thought you were talking to someone, so I didn’t come in."

"I was just on a call with my mom," Fil explained while Kim took a seat around the room.

"Oh?" Kim’s eyes light up. "How is she?"

"She’s okay. She’s pretty much excited about the wedding."

"Of course she is." Kim smiled, remembering dearest Irene and her nostalgic cooking. But then, she noticed the brief discomfort in Fil’s eyes. "What’s wrong, dear?"

"Huh?"

"You seem like you just heard bad news," Kim joked. "Or are the wedding jitters starting? Jackson had been stressed about that."

Jackson was?

The man mentioned it, but he didn’t seem that worried. Fil also reassured him.

"It’s not the wedding jitters, but something else. Remember that person I told you about?" Fil shrugged off the previous remarks while Kim cocked her head to the side.

"Which one?" at this point, they had become too close Fil had shared many stories with her.

"The one Kenzo hit?"

Kim’s smile faded a bit. "That weird man? What was his name again...?"

"Quentin." Fil sighed. "I can’t forget that name."

"What about him?"

"Well, my mom said they had been friends with our new neighbor and somehow, his name is Quentin." Fil shook her head. "But it’s too much of a coincidence, right? I mean, I only knew the man because of that accident and I never met him again. It must be a different person."

"It must be." Kim forced a smile. "Anyway, do you need help? I’m free."

With Kim here, Fil threw the idea at the back of her head and treated it as it was.